Becca Rosenthal was born and raised in Boston. She studied at the School of the Museum of Fine Arts and earned
her BA in Cinema Studies from Smith College. She is still trying to figure out what to do with it. Meanwhile, a poem is forthcoming in Night Train Magazine.
i never found the sermon in the suicide
but these are the things that have held my attention:
a name as original fiction
a borrowed idea twice over, a second sin.
this, the face i had before the world was made,
eyes blueblack as a bruise & already knowing
that this must be the way the world hurts god.
you, building shadowboxes in your bedroom,
pot after pot of semi-hot coffee & turning
the corners down.
now, apotheosis by appointment. now,
we know too much. we read highway signs
as semiotic warnings,
we die stillborn to avoid abjection.
i never found the lesson in the murder of five
& now dietrich is dead too but still we keep
the key light
8 feet up and a little to the right.